- How is he in bed? Gladiator or poet? - Hmmm... A poetic gladiator.

If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.

You saved me, Eve." He watched her blink in absolute shock. "What you are, what I feel for you, what we are together saved me." He kept his eyes on hers as he kissed her.

You're going to be unemployed if you really think you just have to sit around and wait for the muse to land on your shoulder.

I'm just full of surprises." Watching her, he waved the wrapped bar from side to side. "You can have the candy if you sit on my lap." That sounds like something perverted old men say to young, stupid girls." I'm not old, and you're not stupid." He sat, patted his knee. "It's Belgian chocolate." Just because I'm sitting on your lap and eating your candy doesn't mean you can cop a feel," she said as she folded into his lap.

Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.

Memories are nice little possessions. As long as you don't ignore the present when you take them out to play.